Текст песни Mr.Kredo - Стая белых лебедей

I'm sorry, but the flock of white swans,
Aspire to the South, taking with them ...
On the white wings, prophetic love
In what ghostly lights ...

No more remembering the warm summer,
No more remembering a bright light,
My love goodbye to him with happiness that,
That moment will not return, he gave us no chance ...

  Flocks of white swans fly to the South,
  There's my love of all, I hid blizzards,
  I want to go with you, give me your answer,
  You have wings - I do not have ...

My Love, oh how can I be?
Hint yet ...
And to make sure that you were,
To the heart of closer ...

And the flock of white swans, I will return the same,
But you're leaving me, I can see ...

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